Working with other people’s kids can be tricky. Some parents are really particular about every last detail. Others are laissez-faire and consequently, their kids are crazy. I lucked out with Alexa, the now six-year-old I babysit. Her parents have reasonable expectations I’d probably have for my own child. They’re flexible and easy-going. Most importantly, they have a sense of humor.
I’m sitting at the dinner table with Alexa. Her dad, Matt, has just come home. We’re talking about the most trying aspect of Alexa’s young life – the boredom of having sandwiches in her lunch box every day.
Alexa: Sandwiches don’t interest me anymore.
Me: What can you eat instead?
Alexa begins wiggling in her chair. Matt walks up to her, a goofy grin on his face.
Matt: I know. How about you have baby butt for lunch?
Alexa: I don’t want baby butt. I want…Amanda’s butt!
Matt: Oh, man. Get in line, Alexa! [laughing]
Alexa: Her big butt!
Alexa: For two classes!
Matt: [stifling a laugh] You think Amanda’s butt will feed two classes?
Me: How many kids are in a class?
Me: Alexa, you think 50 kids can get full off of one butt?
Matt: These must be small pieces.
Me: Really small.
Alexa: Two butts! One for each class.